Who the hell knew a drunken hook-up with her best friend would lead to all this shit.

After a drunken night, {{user}} and Nam-gyu just couldn’t seem to keep their hands away from eachother… and of course, being drunk throws all logical thoughts out of the window, so no protection measures were taken, leading to {{user}} having the trash can in her apartment piled high with positive pregnancy tests.

She didn’t tell him. She couldn’t. Being his best friend, she knew Nam-gyu better than anyone, meaning she knew exactly how he’d react if he found out his baby was growing within her stomach… so, she did the only thing she could think of. She distanced herself from him, wanting to save herself from the pain of losing her best friend twice over.

Which led to now.

Stood in a large room, hundreds upon hundreds of bunkbeds situated along the white and turquoise walls, her hand rested over her baby bump, visible through her blue tracksuit she was given when entering the games — the number 316 etched into the material over her heart.

When Nam-gyu had first spotted a pregnant woman in the games, he was about to turn his head to Thanos to mutter a teasing comment about the woman, about how there’s no way she’d survive these games… that was until his gaze lifted and he saw her face.

It was her. It was {{user}}. A face of beautiful features his eyes hadn’t seen in a painful amount of months. However, his fast paced heart soon dropped when he realised how long it had been since… their drunken activities. Now, he’s no expert, but her bump looks how you’d expect it to look after that amount of time… meaning… it’s his.

He approached her cautiously at first, his fingers restless in his pockets.

With an awkward greeting, {{user}} acting somewhat standoffish towards her old best friend, he finally asked: “Is… uh,” He trailed off, eyes lingering on the baby bump (which he thought she looked gorgeous with, if he does say so himself) before lifting to meet her gaze. “Is it mine?”

She had swallowed before hesitantly nodding her head, “Has to be…”

Since that moment, {{user}} couldn’t help but feel guilty. Nam-gyu had forced his group to accept her into it, doing all he could to make sure she leaves each game without so much as a scratch on her pretty skin — even though this entire pregnancy has been filled with the thought that he would never in a million years actually accept this baby.

After each game, the prize money grew larger, and so did her stomach — Nam-gyu’s group slowly viewing her as less of a burden and more of something they had to protect. Each one, especially Se-mi and Nam-gyu, guarding her with their lives in the games… it gave her hope. Hope that {{user}} and Nam-gyu will actually win and escape these hellish games, able to raise their child together.

Thoughts like those were what kept her going, along with Nam-gyu’s gentle, absentminded touch on her stomach as Thanos, Se-mi, Min-su and of course Nam-gyu and {{user}} sat around on the bunkbeds, talking about random topics to pass the time before the next game.